by Simon Ross

A river that flowed.

Sunday, 6 August 2017 by Simon Ross

An M2, an M3, Tri-X, E100G & Portra 160, Zeiss Planars, one 35, one 50. Across the USA in 2013 heading into the winter of the decade. As I spiralled from Texas to the Mexican border, through Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee & Georgia, I saw a faded nation. The story of a nation that rose to almost mythical heights of prosperity in post war years, was written in the colour of the farmland and sparsely populated streets of the small towns. It was like walking a dry river bed.